Okay, so new story. I work better when I have several different stories. Oh by the way (as usual) no Percy, I really don't care for her. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and have a Merry Christmas!
Brody and LaSalle stood in shock as they read and reread the computer screen. Two bountys were out for their heads.
"What the hell? How long has this been online?" Brody questioned, feeling a knot form in the pit of her stomach.
"A month or so, not terribly long." Patton said as he looked from one agent to the other. Silence fell over them as they stared at their pictures.
"Uhh, thanks Patton." Brody said, breaking the silence that filled the room.
"I just thought that you'd like to know." He said, exiting the room.
"I knew this was bad but I didn't think it would go this far. King is already in a safe house and now they're lookin for us." LaSalle said, looking nervous.
"Well, we knew these kind of things might happen when we took the job." Brody said as she rubbed her temples and took a deep breath. "Just...somebody wants us dead LaSalle. Why?"
"I have no idea Brody." LaSalle stated. The two agents then began to gather their things to go home.
"I guess all we can do us go on with our normal lives." LaSalle replied, tossing her the jacket that she shed earlier.
"Yeah I guess so, where are we eating tonight?" She asked, smiling.
"Chubbys?" LaSalle grinned.
"Why not?" She said, locking her desk and walking out with LaSalle.
"I'll have the fried chicken." LaSalle told the tall blonde waitress who was quickly writing down their orders.
"And I'll have a chef salad with dressing on the side." Brody said, passing the menu to the waitress. "What?" She asked after the waitress left.
LaSalle smiled and chuckled bit. "Rabbit..."
"Shut up LaSalle." Brody joked as she slapped the hand that was laying on the opposite side of the table. "Is it a crime that I like to be healthy?" She asked sarcastically.
"You're not in Michigan anymore. Be brave and try some nice, greasy, fatty fried chicken." LaSalle teased, emphasizing each word.
"I'll let you know I happen to like chicken. Just...uh...not cooked in its own fat." She said.
"Well okay, whatever suits ya." LaSalle smiled.
Brody smiled warmly when her brown eyes met his intense blue ones. She loved how they've grown closer in the past couple weeks, she just didn't like the circumstances. LaSalle broke the stare and took a sip of his root beer. Brody glanced around the restaurant, studying all the faces and looking for someone, anyone, who might be a threat. She swallowed hard as her imagination got carried away with her, picturing every person who was sitting with their computer silently plotting against them on that stupid website. LaSalle nudged her back into reality by grabbing her hand.
"Hey, don't worry about it. It's gonna be alright." LaSalle stated.
"Brody sat their speechless, damn, this man could read her like a book. So much for keeping lives separate. She laughed slightly.
The waitress brought out their food and sat it in front of them. "Thanks." They both chimed as the cheery waitress walked away.
"How's your salad?" LaSalle asked as Brody forked a piece of lettuce in her mouth.
"Delicious. How's your chicken?" She asked.
"Good." He said.
They sat in silence, each enjoying themselves. After finishing their meal, they paid the check and walked out into the parking lot.
"Movie night?" LaSalle asked hopefully as he opened the truck door for Brody.
"Uh..sure." She laughed and waited until LaSalle got in. He turned on the engine and drive out onto the road, shortly after pulling out of the parking lot Brody felt something hard press against the back of her head.
"LaSalle!" She whispered urgently.
Please review! Oh, Merry Christmas!